When I was little, my mother told me stories of the things that scared her when she was my age. She used to jump from her bed to escape the alligators she thought were under it. I think I was probably around 10 at the time. I was into Star Wars and we had HBO where we got to see all the movies. The television we watched the most was in my parents bedroom. One night, a space movie came on TV, and I started watching it. It was innocuous at first, probably a little slow paced for me. I watched as these crew members were woken from slumber to check something out on a remote planet’s surface. What they discovered there was terrifying.
That movie turned out to be Alien, by Ridley Scott. And this was no Star Wars. I watched it from under the covers. They were pulled up to my eyeballs, and I was soaked in a nervous sweat. I reeled in horror at the things I saw, things that no other movie at the time had come close to visualizing on the screen. Those images etched themselves into my brain.
For many years after, I had nightmares about the alien that existed in this world. Every time I jumped from my bed in the middle of the night, it wasn’t to avoid alligators, it was to avoid the alien from this movie.
Now, 33 years later Ridley Scott is revisiting this terrifying story. I’m a lot more mature now, and can handle these sorts of movies. But, truth be told, I’m a little scared to see it. While I don’t think the movie is going to have ‘the’ alien in it, we might discover it’s origins, or something even darker, and I can’t wait.
Check out the trailer here: Prometheus